MTL - My Iron Suit

Over the Pacific Ocean, a white Boeing 747 airliner is flying smoothly at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

In the cabin, most of the passengers have fallen asleep, Chen Mo sat in the window position, quietly looking out the clouds outside the window.

The tall, straight figure of the shirt, the tough face, and the sharp eyes reflected on the porthole, allowed the two girls in the next seat to sneak a peek and whisper.

In a place that the two could not see, a silver lighter that should not have passed the security check and appeared on the plane appeared in the hands of Chen Mo from time to time and disappeared instantly.

This is a flight from Binhai to Los Angeles. The passengers on the plane are mostly traveling abroad or traveling, visiting relatives, but Chen Mo is fleeing!

Half a month ago, Chen Mo’s grandfather, Chen Jingde, went out for a walk at night and happened to see a black car with a red light and knocked a young woman who was holding the little girl across the road to the ground.

The woman seemed to be injured, and she was lying on the ground in pain. The little girl was frightened and screamed at her mother’s body.

At this time, the awkward luxury car lowered the window, driving a middle-aged man in a suit, it looked like a successful person in the upper class, but a red face was full of contempt and madness.

"Looking for death! Is there no long-eyed!" The man’s savage martyrdom, a strong alcoholicity also came out.

Just attended a cocktail party, some drink high Zhou Tianhao threw down the bodyguards, driving on the road all the way arrogant, playing right.

Zhou Tianhao, who was interrupted, was unhappy for a while. He stepped on the gas pedal and was ready to leave. He didn’t think it was a big deal to hit someone, but he lost more money.

"What do you want to do!" Chen Jingde stopped in front of the car and said angrily. "You still want to run when you hit someone?"

Zhou Tianhao sees being stopped by someone, impatiently shouting: "Old guy! Let me give up immediately! I have no time to spend time with you!"

When he said that he had stepped on the gas pedal, the engine was banging, and he hadn’t had enough of the car.

Chen Jingde was unmoved. His character was straight and his eyes were not allowed to be sanded. It was impossible to meet this kind of thing.

"Hurry and stop the car!"

Seeing that Chen Jingde has been stopped in front of the car, Zhou Tianhao has a rush of alcohol and anger, and a red face has become awkward.

"Don't let it be? Good! I let you lie down too!"

The voice just fell, the black luxury car suddenly started, the engine roared forward and crashed, and the excellent acceleration performance caused the speed to soar.

Chen Jingde did not hide, and was slammed into the ground, and fell heavily on the ground, unconscious.

"Haha! Old things! Let you find death!"

Looking at Chen Jingde, who fell to the ground, the middle-aged man laughed wildly, stepping on the gas pedal and going away.

"Hey!-"

A rush of brakes sounded not far away.

Chen Mo’s brakes were stopped in the same place, and the scene that happened in front of him made him witness the crack, and the killing in his heart could not be suppressed.

Upon receiving a call from Chen Jingde, Chen Mo rushed over without stopping, and he saw Chen Jingde stopped in front of a luxury car.

Chen Mo is preparing to add another foot of oil. Whoever thinks that the car suddenly bumped into it, Chen Mo couldn’t respond at all. He could only watch Chen Jingde being knocked out.

Chen Mo looked at the car and drove off the car. He looked coldly at the corner of the intersection. In the lowered window, Zhou Tianhao, a cold and sharp knife, appeared in his hand.

Zhou Tianhao, who was driving, suddenly felt cold and his body was upright, as if he was stared at by something terrible, but soon, this feeling disappeared. Zhou Tianhao snorted inexplicably and ascended to the window. One foot throttle speeded away.

The two men who looked down on the ground and the little girl who stood on the side crying sadly, Chen Moqiang resisted the killing and put away the flying knife.

Now is not the time to save people first, this account, let us count later!

......

hospital.

ICU intensive care unit.

After completing the operation, Chen Jingde wrapped a thick gauze in his body. He was lying on the hospital bed without knowing it. He was attached with various monitoring equipment and a ventilator was inserted in his mouth.

Chen Jingde has multiple fractures in his body. The most serious is intracranial hemorrhage. He has completely lost consciousness and become a vegetative person. Even breathing needs to be maintained by a ventilator.

Now it is actually using the money to renew in the ICU. When there is no money, when the tube is unplugged, when can it be declared dead.

The cost of thousands of dollars per day for ICU can't be supported by Chen Mojia's savings for too long. As for Zhou Tianhao, let's not say whether he will save money immediately and how long the money can be saved.

Even if you go to court, it is estimated that he will not be sentenced to death. This is what Chen Mo can't accept. Blood debt must be paid for!

Our account, it should be!

......

Three days later

At two o'clock in the morning, the dark clouds cover the moon, and the night is black.

Zhou Tianhao is located outside the luxury villas in the suburbs.

The cold wind with a slight chill swayed the treetops, the leaves rustled, and a mottled light and shadow was projected under the streetlights.

In the corner where the street lamp could not be seen, Chen Mo was dressed in black and wearing a cap and appeared under the wall.

The villa is not small, and the wall is more than four meters high. The average person can't climb over.

Looking up at the tall wall, Chen Mo pressed the hat and stepped back a few steps. Suddenly a running leaps and leaps, his feet squatting on the wall, then the hands are on the wall, one side of the body, easily turned over. The wall.

In the air still not falling, a flying knife appeared in the hands of Chen Mo, standing on the ground for a moment, Chen Mo's right hand glimpsed, a cold light shot toward the side, in the shadow of the night, a tall and fierce black Tibetan mastiff Open the blood bowl and make a big splash.

"噗呲"

I didn't wait for the sound of the Tibetan Mastiff to exit, the cold light flashed, the 20-cm long flying knife was shot from the eye, and there was no time to make any sound. This fierce Tibetan mastiff twitched and fell to the ground, the red blood mixed with white. The brain slurry slowly flows out from the eyelids.

Chen Mo turned to look at the villa. The three-storey luxury villa still looks very gorgeous in the dark. The living room on the first floor lights up. Through the window, you can see two people sitting on the sofa watching TV. Obviously just now. The slight movement did not alarm them.

The flying knife was pulled out from the Tibetan Mastiff's eyelids, and the blood was wiped clean on it. Then, without Chen Mo's action, the flying knife disappeared instantly from his hand.

According to the secret observation of Chen Mo for two days, in addition to Zhou Tianhao in the villa, there should be more than a dozen bodyguards.

After all, Zhou Tianhao did not do bad things in these years. I don’t know how many people want him. So Zhou Tianhao is very careful about his safety. Every day, he arranges two bodyguards to watch the night in the lobby on the first floor, plus the Tibetan mastiff in the yard. The average person really can't sneak into it quietly.

Hiding in the shadows, Chen Mo carefully observed the whole villa, and soon he found that the door on the second floor had no balcony.

Seeing the two people in the living room still watching TV, Chen Mo carefully came to the bottom of the balcony, looked up and looked at the position, jumped up and jumped up on the wall with his right foot, grabbed the edge of the balcony with both hands, and pulled it hard. The man turned over to the balcony.

Carefully entering the villa from the balcony, Chen Mo slowly pushed open a door, the four bodyguards in the room slept soundly.

Chen Mo whispered into the room, a flying knife appeared directly in the hand, and the 20-cm long flying knife and the dagger were no different.

Chen Mo walked over to one person, his left hand grabbed his mouth, and the right hand held a knife on his neck, and the bodyguard who woke up only struggled twice and did not move.

There is no such first-time murder discomfort. These bodyguards hold Zhou Tianhao’s high salary. They don’t help him to do some harmful things on weekdays. They are all bad. Since they come, Chen Mo does not intend to let go. they.

There was no accident in the middle. Soon, a dozen bodyguards on the second floor were killed by Chen Mo silently.

Now, in addition to Zhou Tianhao who sleeps alone on the top floor, there are only two bodyguards downstairs.

Chen Mo whispered down the stairs, the two people on the sofa were exposed to Chen Mo's line of sight ~www.~ The two were still watching TV with full attention, but I don't know that Death has come behind them, two silver flashes After that, the two only felt a pain in the back of the brain, and they didn’t know anything.

Pulled out the flying knife and wiped it clean, waved it up, and searched all the other rooms again, confirming that no one else, Chen Mocai came to Zhou Tianhao to occupy the oversized luxury bedroom on the entire top floor.

Zhou Tianhao woke up in his sleep, feeling that someone was **** and immediately resisted, but the strength of the other side was surprisingly great. Zhou Tianhao tried his best but could not shake the other side.

I wanted to call the bodyguard to help me, but I found that my mouth had been sealed by tape. I couldn’t scream at it. I could only use my nose to make a squeaky voice.

In the darkness, he could only see a pair of sharp eyes and looked at him coldly.

Zhou Tianhao, who is high on weekdays, is also afraid at this moment. His hands can't move, his mouth can't be said, life and death are not in his own hands. Zhou Tianhao feels so helpless for the first time.

An hour later, Chen Mo took a travel bag and quietly left the villa. It didn't take long for the dazzling fire to illuminate behind Chen Mo. The hot flame emerged from the gap between the door and window, and the raging fire shrouded the entire villa.

Without a fire in the back, Chen Motou did not return to the big step, suddenly, Chen Mo's footsteps paused, and the original cold and cold face was gradually replaced by surprise.

Chen Mo put his mind into his mind. A cube space with a length of 50 cm comes to mind. Dozens of flying knives, wallets, keys and other debris occupy the corner of space. The whole space is very empty.

Chen Mo clearly remembers that the space was only 20 centimeters long before it was filled with these things, and suddenly it became so much bigger.